The small things in life
It snowed today. London has been cruelly cold recently. My skin is parchment dry. Walking to work has become quite a feat of discipline and endurance. And it takes a few minutes for me to stop shivering and let my hands and feet thaw when I come in from the cold. I'd heard it was supposed to snow at the end of this week, end of February notwithstanding. And in the mid afternoon, I saw gentle white flurries outside my wide office windows. It last for just a couple of minutes. Maybe even half a minute.
My CDs arrived today! "Walk the Line" soundtrack and Vienna Teng's "Warm Strangers". I love Amazon! In the space between a thought and the about-face of a fickle heart, my parcel is delivered! My favourite is probably "It ain't me, babe" cos I love the harmonisation and especially Reese Witherspoon's voice, the bouncyness of the song, and also the surprising message of this anti-love song. I also love of course, Walk the Line, Cocaine Blues (very very much), Folsom Prison Blues, Juke Box Blues, Jackson. Check www.walkthelinemusic.com to hear snippets of the songs!
Today I also finally got around to submitting my application for a provisional UK driving license, my first ever driving license. I'm pretty excited about it. I remember how thrilled I was when I got my US social security number when I went over for a working-holiday back in the summer of 2002, the first summer of my life. I was now a registered member of the bureaucratic system of that ubiquitous TV/movie nation! That one tiny step closer to realising my LA/NY glamourous life dream. Then it was my UK NHS number. And paying taxes—painful, but still shiny in the novelty of it. My residence and work permit. Now a driving license! The British near-equivalent of a Malaysian identity card (I completely do not understand the furore over identity cards)
I've just recently realised how quickly time literally zooms by. Faster than the speed of light! When I come back from work and switch on my PC, type in a web address. I have barely perused a short page/blog entry, and five minutes have already passed. I find it difficult to write because Time seems to steadily and determinedly march by at a frightful pace before I have the nanosecond to gather my thoughts, much less put them down in a coherent manner. This, for example, my "Speed Entry" in its randomness and lack of internal relevance/structure (it's about random thoughts/happenings that are in no way related/relevant except for making me happy today), has taken already 40 minutes. Imagine!
One downer to end the entry (because I don't have the time to end it elegantly), is that I have a sore throat, which is ominous indeed. I fear I am falling ill.
Goodnight, world.
My CDs arrived today! "Walk the Line" soundtrack and Vienna Teng's "Warm Strangers". I love Amazon! In the space between a thought and the about-face of a fickle heart, my parcel is delivered! My favourite is probably "It ain't me, babe" cos I love the harmonisation and especially Reese Witherspoon's voice, the bouncyness of the song, and also the surprising message of this anti-love song. I also love of course, Walk the Line, Cocaine Blues (very very much), Folsom Prison Blues, Juke Box Blues, Jackson. Check www.walkthelinemusic.com to hear snippets of the songs!
Today I also finally got around to submitting my application for a provisional UK driving license, my first ever driving license. I'm pretty excited about it. I remember how thrilled I was when I got my US social security number when I went over for a working-holiday back in the summer of 2002, the first summer of my life. I was now a registered member of the bureaucratic system of that ubiquitous TV/movie nation! That one tiny step closer to realising my LA/NY glamourous life dream. Then it was my UK NHS number. And paying taxes—painful, but still shiny in the novelty of it. My residence and work permit. Now a driving license! The British near-equivalent of a Malaysian identity card (I completely do not understand the furore over identity cards)
I've just recently realised how quickly time literally zooms by. Faster than the speed of light! When I come back from work and switch on my PC, type in a web address. I have barely perused a short page/blog entry, and five minutes have already passed. I find it difficult to write because Time seems to steadily and determinedly march by at a frightful pace before I have the nanosecond to gather my thoughts, much less put them down in a coherent manner. This, for example, my "Speed Entry" in its randomness and lack of internal relevance/structure (it's about random thoughts/happenings that are in no way related/relevant except for making me happy today), has taken already 40 minutes. Imagine!
One downer to end the entry (because I don't have the time to end it elegantly), is that I have a sore throat, which is ominous indeed. I fear I am falling ill.
Goodnight, world.
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